57 Biancas Plea (1/2)

”Is that all you've got?” Roy asked the mugger as the man staggered to his feet. The man wore a black mask which was supposed to conceal his identity. A sharp knife was held in his left hand while the right was occupied by a simple purse. Somewhere blocks down the road, a woman was crying on the sidewalk with Ben and Jacob watching after her until he returned.

The mugger looked around the dark alley they had run to. In any other case, it was the best possible area he could have run to. ”You should have just let me go.” he said in a gravelly voice as he looked at the kid.

Roy looked as if he were supposed to be going for a modeling job rather than chasing down a mugger. His long dark hair draped around his shoulders as if it were a blanket. He and most of the other men and women that followed Leo through the portal sported a red leather jacket which had the kings emblem stitched on the back courtesy of Michael. He was also wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans. It seemed Will's uncle was prepared for the inevitability of the crusade coming to earth as He even had all show sizes prepared with a black pair of Jordan's waiting in a room for him to take.

With Michael's support and Leo's guidance, the crusade had been unleashed on the streets of New York.

”Wow,” Roy exclaimed. ”I really should have known better than to follow you into a dark secluded area,” he feigned innocence. ”You certainly did scare me when you tripped over yourself, you should really be careful with sharp objects.”

”I don't know who you are kid,” the man said as he readied his knife in front of him. ”But Brooklyn is our turf, you should run along home now.” As if the last word were a signal, a man stepped out from a door within the alley. Roy also noticed one on an emergency exit holding a gun.

Roy sighed. ”This is why New York needs us.” He allowed his aura to come forth gradually so the men didn't notice. ”No one here plays fair.” Roy smirked as he stared down the mugger. ”Drop the purse and leave.” his smirk left almost as quickly as it appeared.

The mugger did release the purse, yet not in the way Roy had wanted. The man in the black mask threw it up to his partner at the fire escape who caught it without messing up his aim.

These guys must be professionals. Roy thought as he eyed the man on the stairwell. Sighing loudly while shaking his head, Roy brought his gaze back to the mugger. ”Why don't you guys ever do things the easy way?”

”Kid,” he said as The other man circled behind Roy. ”This is easy.”

Before Roy had a chance to make another smart remark, the man behind him pounced. Grabbing him from behind and putting him in a full nelson, Roy seemed to be completely defenseless as the mugger came at him with his knife.

”Ahh!” The man holding him yelled as Roy turned up the temperature on his flame. The man staggered backwards just in time for him to put his hand out palm up for the knife.

Instead of the blade sinking into Roy's hand as the mugger expected, it Instead melted before reaching the hand.

As the man gasped and three the burned hilt, Roy ducked under his defense and gave him a firmly planted uppercut to the jaw sending him staggering backward.

Roy waited to see if either men would try to pursue him once more, instead he heard a bang from the stairwell. The small explosion was enough to confuse him for only a fraction of a second, long enough for a hole to form in his aura.

Suddenly feeling dizzy, Roy clutched at his stomach as a numbing sensation hit him. Bringing his hand up, he saw crimson as dark red as his jacket coating his hand.

”What the h-” Roy sputtered as he coughed a mouthful of blood. Looking up at the emergency exit, he saw the man with the gun make his way through the window. So that's it. He fell to his knees in the puddle forming under him.

”So what the hell was that anyway?” the mugger walked towards Roy. ”Were you just playing us or something?” He looked over at his partner. ”Hey Jimmy, check him out.”

Roy was barely able to stay conscious as the man behind him started patting him down starting at his shoulders. ”There's nothing here,” he said disappointingly. ”This guy doesn't even have a wallet.”

The mugger shrugged his shoulders and looked at Roy. ”Hey, don't you go dying on us yet.” he kicked Roy in the chest, sending him toppling to the ground. ”Are you some kind of freaky X-Man or something?” he knelt over Roy and grabbed him by his jacket collar. ”How the hell did you melt my knife man?” he shook him roughly. ”That thing wasn't cheap you know.”

”It doesn't matter anyway,” the man named Jimmy chuckled. ”Why not beat the crap outta him until he bleeds out?” He sent a kick of his own to Roy's abdomen.

”Hey kid,” the mugger raised his mask from his face. ”Wherever you go after this,” he brought the jacket collar up so Roy's face was close to his own. ”Remember that it was this face that sent you there.” he brought his fist back and sent a hard punch to Roy's jaw. ”Payback is sweet!” he laughed as he punched him over and over.

Jimmy went behind Roy once more and lifted him to his feet. ”At least due like a man.” he held onto Roy's arms as the mugger continued his assault.

”Good idea Jimmy.” the man chucked. ”Hold him steady for me!” He got a few more good punches in before Jimmy's grip came loose, sending Roy sprawling to the ground.

”Hey, I wasn't done yet!” the man yelled at his partner who stood deathly still in front of him. ”What's the deal?” The mugger looked into his partners eyes and noticed the wide eyes look of shock on his face. ”Hey Jimmy,” the mugger snapped his fingers a few times in front of his eyes. ”You alright?”